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Chapter 7
Lily
Grayson’s eyes hold a fire that will burn us both to the ground. It’s a good thing I like things hot and steamy.
“Yes.” Before the word has even left my mouth his lips smash against mine. His hands grip my hips and I’m pulled onto his lap, my legs spread over his thighs. The hard pressure of his arousal seems to burn through the layers of our clothes. Rocking rhythmically, I press my clit against his massive length.
He rips his mouth from mine. “Take this off,” he growls savagely.
“You, too.” I make my own demands. His fingers move with lightning speed, tearing at his buttons and tossing his shirt aside. My top quickly follows, leaving me in a lilac-colored bra. His hands cover my breasts, rubbing and squeezing until the tips form tight buds. My head falls back at the pleasure, arching to get closer.
“Taste them.” My whole body aches at the heat of his touch. He makes quick work of my bra, his gaze burning over my gleaming breasts.
“Mine.” His lips close over a dusky tip, tongue dancing skillfully over my needy peak. My hands grasp his head, fingers running through his thick hair. Guiding his talented mouth from one breast to the other and back. Imagining his silky tongue flicking and sucking in a more sensitive area.
“I’ve thought of you here a hundred times.” The gravelly deepness of his voice on my breasts sends a devastating vibration through my body straight to my core. “On this couch. In the shower. Against the kitchen door. But mostly, I imagined you in my bed.” With that statement he stands, easily lifting me. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, our bare chests rubbing with delicious friction as he carries me down the hallway.
We reach his bedroom and he tosses me on his bed so my legs fall over the edge. Grasping my jeans, he quickly unbuttons them and pulls them off until I’m completely naked. The weight of his gaze runs over me, leaving a trail of heat over my body. I see the exact moment his self-restraint snaps.
Suddenly I’m pinned to the bed by his body and hands, his lips a burning wetness on my neck. My legs open willingly, beseechingly, desperate to feel his strength inside of me. My urgency must be contagious, because in the next moment he opens his pants, allowing his throbbing shaft to spring free.
“Condom.” I can barely speak through the haze of lust consuming me. He groans. I whimper in sympathy as he shifts away to get a condom from the bedside drawer. He leans back to slide it on and I see him for the first time. My breath quickens and my mouth waters at his thick, perfect length.
A moment later he’s leaning over me, braced on his elbows above me. “I can’t wait,” he growls. His tip enters me and his head falls forward, watching our bodies connecting in the most intimate way. Our hips meet, and there’s a heavy fullness within me. “Lily.” He thrusts. “You feel so good.” He thrusts again. “Next time…” Again. “Next time I’ll do better. Aw, fuck…”
He gives up on speaking and drops his head to the comforter beside mine, growling as he shoves his body repeatedly into my throbbing core. Not that I notice anything but the pleasure building steadily inside me. Writhing uncontrollably, seeking his heat and my fulfillment. Making small, wanton moans that incite him to thrust deeper and harder.
A wave of tightly burning heat explodes within, exquisite spasms rolling through me. My hands grasping, searching for something to hold on to while he rides me, prolonging the waves of my orgasm.
He plunges deeper, his body tight above me. “Oh god, Lily.” The last of his restraint disappears as he finds his own release.
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My hand drifts softly, tracing the dips and furrows on his chest. We’ve been laying here quietly, his arm wrapped around me, enjoying a peace together that I never knew was possible. Gaze drifting, I notice a pilistar in the corner of his room. It looks very similar to the one in the space next to my coffee shop.
“You have a pilistar in your bedroom?” I grin into his chest.
He stretches over to gently tickle my side. “Actually, you sassy little flower, I made that for you.”
“Wait. What?” I sit up, needing to get a better look at his face as he answers.
“After our chat that night, I came home and started making it. The last few weeks, I couldn’t get you out of my mind.” He shrugs and smiles. “You said you wanted one. I want to make you happy.” He says that like it’s no big deal, but it’s a huge deal to me. My own father has never supported me. He hasn’t even come to see my coffee shop. And yet this gorgeous man makes note of a completely off-hand comment about a pillar-thingie, and then he makes one for me by hand.
Joyful tears fall from my eyes. “You make me very happy.” I snuggle back into his side, knowing I’ve found someone who will appreciate me and support me. Grayson isn’t at all like my father. Yes, he’s a businessman, but he’s also thoughtful, artistic, and generous.
And now he’s mine.
